Window Seat Movies

It was pitch black. The only sound we could hear was of the rattling wheels & the creaking joints of the train carriage. In just few seconds, we were enveloped with blinding light all around us, as the train carried us out of the tunnel. There was a collective gasp all around as we saw the breath taking sight emerging before us. It was as if the entire mountain range had worn a beautiful green robe, which was sparkling like emeralds due to the drizzling rain. Among the mighty mountains, waterfalls emerged here & there, making the sight even more magical. The dense mist floating among the trees added a dream like effect.

As I sat near the train window, enchanted by the exquisite view, a cool breeze carrying rain drops kissed my face. Neither Avatar nor The Jungle Book could have evoked such a thrill, as watching the wilderness through a train window.

And hence, I am a hard core fan of window seat movies. You can never guess what you will see next. There is drama, action, comedy & sometimes tragedy as well…

The lady was holding a 2 year old kid on one hand & her other hand was pulling the shirt of a man. He clearly looked drunk. Another kid was clutching his leg. From their torn dirty clothing it was apparent that they were very poor. The man was pushing them away & was trying to lie down on the adjoining railway tracks. The lady & the kids were crying. All 3 of them were trying hard to push him away from the tracks.

Our train had moved on, leaving that station behind, but that sight stayed with me. That sight broke my heart into thousand pieces. I was choked with emotions. I craned my neck out through the train window, to catch one last glimpse of that family but our train had picked up speed. I felt sorry for that poor mother & anger for that drunken idiot. I felt helpless & sad.

As the train sped away, my eyes spotted a bunch of monkeys perched on the trees along the tracks. I saw a monkey with a child clinging to her stomach. She was feeding her child whatever little food she got. IMG_2673.JPGAnd for some weird reason, I saw the similarities between the two mothers, both mothers fighting their own battles for giving a better life to their little ones. I saw their determination beneath their fears, their courage at the time of challenging situations & that gave me inspiration. The cute little fellow suddenly left his mother & jumped to catch a butterfly… he fell flat on his face… making me smile.

While shuttling between Pune & Bengaluru on a bus, I get to watch many interesting short movies… kids jumping into the rivers, enjoying in the hot sun… sugarcane plants dancing & swaying to the melodious rhythm of a gentle breeze… hard working farmers enjoying a quick nap under the cool shade of a mango tree… the yellow mangoes looking enticingly at me from the mango trees… the blazing red Gulmohar trees in full bloom announcing cheerfully that its May… the sun glasses wearing scarecrow looking handsome in his blue jeans & blue shirt amidst the jowar field… the wind mills interacting with the winds on top of mountains at a distance…

Apart from the countryside, I also get to watch the good, the bad & the ugly of both the cities… roads overflowing with vehicles… war of words among the vehicle owners in traffic infested roads… ladies busy in bargaining on the street side markets… group of people standing around the pani puri wala as if he is the eighth wonder of the world…the drizzle on Bengaluru roads…the hot dry air on Pune roads…cows walking proudly on the roads as if they own it… people dangling from the doors of overcrowded local buses like mangoes dangling on trees… the graffiti on the pillars of the flyovers… movie posters of regional languages showing heroes with 3 ponytails & scared looking heroines… posters of fans alongside the poster of the film hero…the dazzling city lights…the illusion of  flowing golden river created by the moving vehicular headlights reflecting off the wet roads…

I call the window seat a magic seat which allows you to take a sneak peek into the lives of others. Lives which are ordinary, but when observed carefully can inspire us to lead extraordinary lives! That’s why I really get pissed off when I see people who fight hard to get the window seat, only to doze off…

Heavenly Time Machines

I was returning home from office, when something wet landed on my forehead. For one dreadful moment, I thought a bird blessed me with its droppings, but to my relief I discovered that it was just a drop of water. Just then, another drop landed on my hand & then another on my right foot.

I looked up & saw several threatening shades of grey. With a child like grin on my face, I quickened my pace. A strong fragrance erupted from mother Earth, which transported me into another realm…

I am six… I am playing with my friends… we are playing with mud… it starts toIMG_20140720_103339 pour… we run for shelter… the earthy smell… the smell is soo sweet…we run out into the rain…we make paper boats…my boat gets stuck…I free it with a twig…we chase our boats down the stream…

The honking horn pulls me back to the present. A car drives past me, splashing muddy water all around. I jump sideways, but it’s too late. I look at my feet covered in mud. It makes me smile, as I am taken to another point in time…

I am eight… I am proud of my ultra white canvas shoes & my crisp white uniform… I see a huge puddle in front of the school gate… I see others leaping across it… I leap… I land… not on the other side of the gate but into the puddle itself… I am horrified to see my white shoes turn brown & my white uniform spattered with mud … just imagining my mother’s face makes me sweat…

The huge drops falling on me bring me back to the present. I quickly take out my umbrella & several timelines flash before me. Some sweet… some bitter…

I am returning home from school… its pouring… I don’t have umbrella… there is lightening & thunder… in some places water is ankle deep whereas in some places water almost reaches till my knee… I am scared of open man holes hidden in water… I move slowly & carefully…I am shivering…just then I see my mom… the mere sight of her fills me with warmth… she is running towards me, umbrella in hand… I grin…she takes my hand… I am safe…

I switch to another timeline…

I am frantically searching for my dark pink umbrella which has black spokes…it’s my favourite…I love the colour & it is strong… I had forgotten it in class… it’s not there when I return…I mourn its loss…

The pain brings me out of my reverie. I tightly grasp my current umbrella. Just then a gust of wind blows, it blows away the pain & reminds me of a funny time.

I was small & the umbrella was big… the wind tries to snatch away my umbrella…but I hold it tight…the wind blows so hard that it almost lifts me along with the umbrella…I pull back with all my might…the wind is frustrated… it upturns the spokes of the umbrella…and I am left standing with an inverted umbrella…everybody laughs…

A strong smell of bhajiyas frying in oil at a nearby stall bring me back to the present. It takes me to yet another point in time.

We are on top of a mountain for a family outing…we are surrounded by mist …the air is chilled…it starts to drizzle…hot onion bhajiyas are served in a plate…they vanish in a second as everyone is hungry… I take a sip of my hot tea…it tastes like heaven…

A loud thunder pushes me back to the present. I manage to enter my flat just as it starts pouring. I make myself a hot coffee. As I stand near the window, the smell of coffee & the cool spray of rain on my face, takes me to a memorable time when I was working at my previous office…

IMG_20140715_153002I am staring at my desktop… I hear pitter patter of rain on the office window… I ping my friends for coffee…we are at the terrace garden with coffee cups in our hand… we are mesmerized by the rain…momentarily forgetting our worries… the air is cold but the coffee is warm…we chat…we giggle…enjoying our warm conversations in the cool rain…

The magical drops from the Heavens truly are remarkable time machines. They have the power to take you back in time & also help you create memories of the present time so that you can visit them from the future point of time!